Desert Night, Desert Life

I met you in a bar in Las Cruces, New Mexico.
You were looking for salvation - as was I.
We found it in the bottom of a tequila bottle,
Howling at the moon, loco lobos in the desert glow.

We laughed until we passed out in the back seat of your car.

As the harsh sunlight pierced the Native American horizon,
I stepped onto the road again, stumbling to my car.
The engine roared to life and I headed out of town,
In the opposite direction as you.

My faith restored until nighttime falls once again.